Chapter Three:
Tragedy of the Knight
"And their he goes! Look at him fly on his Firebolt! He dodges a speeding bludger, and does a quick spin underneath the opposing chaser." shouted an excited voice from the stands. "And...I don't believe it folks! Volker just slammed the Chaser Karja. And I do believe that it is going to be a foul. Yes that is right folks, the USA recieved a foul shot. England isn't looking too good right now..."
(pitiful i know, but i want to know how people think of this, and where it is going.)
"Dreadful isn't it?" asked a man coming up to the top stands. "I mean England losing to the USA. I mean they must be the worse team in the league."
"Indeed they are...indeed they are." said another voice. "Too bad that they aren't going to finish the match. You do remember what Master asked us to do, right?"
"Of course I do. I am one who doesn't forget." said the first voice.
"But you are one to back down...right Draco?"
"I wasn't backing out." said Malfoy defensivly. "Dumbledore was poisoning my mind with lies."
"...And he misses!" shouted the commentator over the two's argument. "USA 140 England 30. England better shape up, or they are as good as dead..."
"...what Master said does not concern you." said the mysterious man.
"Who are you more fraid of...the Dark Lord, or Master?"
"You shouldn't be talking about this here." hissed the man.
"It doesn't matter any way..." Draco said to him. "No one will do anything about it. Plus Master knows what he is doing. And pretty soon, the Dark Lord will get a taste in what he deserves."
"Your honestly thinking about going with the Master? I mean, what if he fails? You will be punished too."
"Well, at least I know where my loyalty lies." he said smugly.
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"And I suppose your suggestion that I don't?" asked the man heatedly.
"No, I am not suggesting anything." said Malfoy acting innocent. "I'm merely saying that you should choose where your loyalty is. Can't be in the middle I suppose, because I can assure you that soon, once Master gets his full strength, hell will break loose, and all of the wizarding families will die, well except the ones who are loyal to the Master."
"So Master plans on killing the Dark Lord eh?" he asked half excited half worried.
"What's that? Oh, 'course he is. Don't you think he's getting a bit too old for the job? He's been using his dark magic for over thirty plus years."
"But the Dark Lord can't be killed easily." said the man anxiously. "You haven't even seen the Master before. For all we know it could be the Dark Lord himself trying to see where our loyalty lies."
"How would you know?" asked Malfoy once more in his smug voice. "I've always known who he was. He ordered me to tell no one of his identity."
Their was a loud cheer coming from the crowd. Malfoy forgot that he was at a Qudditch game, and he had more important things to do. He gripped his wand that he had concealed. He was gazing cross the stadium, as if he was searching for someone. The man took great interest in what he was doing. He noticed that he was concentrating on a fixed place. He followed his gaze, but it revealed nothing.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" he asked suspiciously.
"Silence, you insolent fool. I'm looking for my contact. I shouldn't have trusted the fool. Now shut up while I look for him."
"DO you actually THINK I am going to let some SEVEN-TEEN year old BOY tell me what to do?" he roared. He whipped out his wand. "Petrificus-" he had started.
"ADVADA KEDAVERA!" shouted Malfoy. The man was dead, and was falling from the stadium, hurling to the ground. Screams had filled the stadium.